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The sky was crimson red. Black runes laced the heavens high above. Harry could see buildings crumbling and people screaming. The sky was splitting and screeching and then it shattered. Everything was dark. There was a brief pause and then the world burst into flames. There was fire everywhere. He was on fire and it was pulsing through his veins and he was breathing it in and there was nothing but eternal flame.

Harry woke up sweating and trembling slightly. He ran to the window and searched through the dark landscape. Everything was normal. He smiled slightly, of course everything was normal, it had just been a dream. Everything was alright. His smile faded. He had been too busy lately to give much thought to the bad feelings he had felt during the summer. But now the dread was back.

Harry sat down on his bed, causing the springs to give a little squeak. He wanted to tell someone about this feeling that something was approaching. But who could he tell that wouldn't think it was just paranoia? No one, he concluded, he was just being silly. If only he could believe that.

He rested his head on his pillow again. He didn't think he could fall back asleep, but after a half hour he proved himself wrong and floated into what would be his last vision of Tom Riddle.

Where the hell was he now? Harry couldn't help but wondering, a little annoyed. Two crazy dreams in one night was just obnoxious.

Harry glanced around. It looked like a tunnel, but instead of rocks, it was made of glowing crystals. What a weird place. He turned sharply when he heard a noise behind him. Sure enough Tom Riddle was walking towards where Harry was floating. He walked with confidence, but alertly, glancing around every so often. Apparently the cave was cold, Tom's breath came out in small clouds and he had a heavy cloaked wrapped around him. The wizard's dark eyes were eager, yet ruthless at the same time. This was the Tom Harry had met in the Chamber of Secrets- cold and utterly determined. He looked older though, at least twenty, thought Harry, no doubt he had graduated from Hogwarts already.

Finally, he walked past Harry, and Harry had no choice but to follow him and figure out was he was up to. Harry followed behind the other wizard, hurrying to keep up with the other wizard's swift pace.

The pair continued through the tunnel for what seemed like forever to Harry. The tunnel would have been quite beautiful, if Harry didn't think it was leading to something sinister.

At last the tunnel widened up into a cavern. It wasn't immense, but there was no denying its breath taking beauty. Harry looked around in awe. It was filled with light and magic. He paused at the last thought. It was filled with very strong magic. He finally looked straight ahead. There were three crystal pillars that reached up to the ceiling.

Tom approached the nearest one with greedy eyes. He stood in front of it for a moment before placing both hands on the column. Harry floated closer and gasped at what he saw. Trapped inside the crystal was a man. No, Harry thought as he continued to gaze, not quite a man. Instead of hands the creature had claws and his ears were pointed. Fur covered most of the visible skin. And there was something... feral in his face even though he appeared to be frozen. Harry turned and looked at the other pillars. There were figures inside them too, but they were too far for Harry to see them clearly. Harry turned his attention back to Tom who had just begun to chant.

The spell was different then any spell Harry had ever heard. It didn't seem to be in Latin, or in any language Harry had ever heard. But Tom's deep voice spoke unwaveringly, even when the magic surrounding the column began to flicker sporadically. Finally, the magic tremor peaked, and Harry could almost feel the spell shattering. There was a bright light and a crash. Harry turned to see Tom flung back against the wall.

His blood turned to ice as he heard a deep chuckle from behind him. He turned slowly around and saw the creature step out of the remains of the pillar. The beast opened its eyes. Crimson slits watched as Tom Riddle stood up.

"You are the Beast King are you not?" Tom called out. Once more he stood confidently. But Harry thought he saw a little fear in his eyes. And rightfully so, he thought.

The Beast King grinned and Harry saw a mouthful of razor sharp fangs. "Yes boy, I am the Beast King," his voice was a deep growl and a sinister delight danced in his eyes, "Tell me human, why have you released me from my crystal prison?"

Tom stepped forward. "I am Lord Voldemort. I've come to enlist you as my servant. I intend on ruling the world as the most powerful dark wizard history has ever known and I want your power on my side." Harry gaped at Tom. Was he out of his bloody mind?

The demon chuckled. "What on Earth makes you think I'd ever bow to a lowly human?" he narrowed his eyes and his fangs flashed.

"As I released you from your captivity you're bound to me. And while I broke the spell that locked you inside that crystal, the one that binds your power is still active," Tom smirked, "You're powerless."

The Beast King licked his claws. "You're right that my powers are bound boy," his eyes glowed, "But I'm far from powerless. And you're also right that I am bound to you but," Tom's eyes widened, "I will not serve you."

"As a matter of fact, I think you are going to help me find a way to return to my full power." Black magic glowed around the demon and Harry saw Tom point his wand at him.

"I will not be your servant," Tom hissed. "If you won't help me, then I'll just seal you up again."

"Too late!" roared the demon as he shot towards Tom. Harry gave a cry of shock as the monster seemed to run right into Tom. Tom screamed and threw his head back. Harry ran towards him, forgetting for a moment that he could have no effect in the memory. Tom collapsed on the ground and was silent for a moment. Harry paused when he heard a chuckle come from Tom's mouth.

"Stupid boy," Tom growled, but it wasn't Tom. A pair of crimson eyes looked out from Tom's handsome face, and that was the last thing Harry saw.

Harry shot up in his bed only to feel his head collide with something.

"Oww Harry," Ron whined, "Whadya have to go and do that for."

"Sorry," Harry said as he jumped out of bed. He tore his pyjamas off and rushed to get dressed.

"What's your hurry? We're not late for breakfast yet," Ron said as he rubbed his forehead.

"I'm not going to breakfast," Harry said as he buttoned his shirt, "I'll catch up with you and Hermione later."

"What? Where are you going?" Ron asked, but Harry had already run through the door.

Harry raced towards the entrance to the Founder's sitting room. He almost crashed into a group of Hufflepuffs on their was to breakfast. He shouted an apology as he continued to run.

What the hell had he just seen? The vision couldn't be true. It was impossible. Voldemort possessed? Absolutely impossible.

Harry was so busy running he almost missed the entrance. He touched his hand to the now familiar spot and fell. The trip that usually took minutes seemed to take forever and Harry willed himself to go faster.

When he finally felt his feet touch the ground he ran over to the portrait. There was no one there. Harry cursed and tried to figure out what to do now. He hadn't though very long when he saw a figure enter the portrait. It was Hufflepuff.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, "What on Earth are you doing here? Don't you have class?" She paused for a moment and noticed his state. "Harry, what's wrong?"

He rushed into an account of his vision of Tom Riddle, his first dream completely forgotten. Hufflepuff was attentive at first, but when he mentioned the Beast King frozen in the column her face paled and she had to lean on the portrait frame. Harry paused in his tale, but continued at her insistence.

"Voldemort's the Beast King in a human body," she whispered. This was bad.

"Let me call the others back here," she said, her voice not entirely steady. She whispered a spell and it wasn't long before the other three entered the portrait. Helga quickly filled them in on the main points of Harry's dream.

"The Beast King?" Gryffindor said curiously, "I've never heard of him."

"Neither have I," added Slytherin, "But you've undoubtedly have, Helga."

Hufflepuff lowered her head. "You're right as usual Salazar," she began to explain. "The knowledge of that cave and its inhabitants is guarded by my family. It was my ancestor who sealed up the demon lords centuries ago."

"If it was your ancestor that sealed them up, then surely you must know how he did it!" Harry exclaimed. Hufflepuff shook her head.

"I know how my ancestor subdued the minor demon lords," she paused, "but as to the Hell King, I know only remnants of legends."

"Well first tell us what you do know," encouraged Ravenclaw. "Surely you must know something about them."

Helga nodded and then started, "There are four demon lords. The Beast King rules over all the creatures of the land. He is the weakest of the four. The Sea King can control the world's seas and its inhabitants. He is third in command. The Sky King can control the heavens and the winged creatures. He is second in command. And finally there is the Hell King," she looked at Harry, "He is the one true Dark Lord."

Harry froze and stared wide-eyed at the blonde founder. But then the prophecy... "Surely that's not who the prophecy refers to," he stuttered, "That's impossible."

"I had my doubts at first, but there is no doubt now. This last dream confirms it."

"But the Dark Lord didn't mark me as he equal though! It was the Beast King! Only the Beast King has been awoken!" Harry exclaimed.

"The Beast King is an underling of the Dark Lord, and thus an extension of him," Hufflepuff said as she watched Harry. "As of now, the Dark Lord hasn't been resurrected, but who knows what the Beast King has been up to for fifty years."

"Now Helga!" cried Gryffindor, "Surely you can't be certain of this!"

"I am," she said firmly and with conviction. "The war has changed now. And Harry," she stared into his eyes, he looked back at her, trying to comprehend all he had just heard.

"You must prepare."

Wasn't that exciting? I liked this chapter when I wrote it, but now that I've reread it, it's bugging me. A little too rushed. Oh well. It's ok. It doesn't have to be perfect. I'm learning. Hopefully the demon lord thing didn't throw anyone too off. I don't think anyone was expecting that. But review and tell me what you think!

I really wanted to have Tom in this chapter. I don't even know if I can fit him into the next one. I think I'll just be able to fit him in. I'll really try though. This doesn't seem like much of a romance fic though ;. This fic was supposed to be eight chapters. I don't think I planned it quite enough though. It's definitely going to be more than eight chapters.

So everyone read and review! At last count there were twenty reviews! Hooray!